Welcome Back

...to me! I haven't really been posting much since, you know, he-who-will-not-be-named totally ruined his chances with me. I had to step away from the blog after the dance. I was in a bad place; I mean talk about sending a girl some mixed signals. I guess a few kisses and then agreeing to take me to a dance doesn't count as leading someone on. Anyways, I am now ready to face the digital world once again!

During one of my mopey moments lying on the couch watching Finding Nemo for the tenth time (in a row), I realized that I needed to grow up and stop acting like a dumb girl. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, and sitting on my couch watching cartoons and crying over a boy was not the way to get over a broken heart. I was hurt and just needed to allow myself to heal. It's time to move forward.

This is one of those things about having a deadly condition that actually helps. It puts my life into perspective. Why am I sweating all of this small stuff? Life is too short to be wrapped up in all of the minutia, even though I do it all of the time. "Oh, Emma!"

Once I cleared my head and realized all of this, I ended up doing pretty great on my finals. All A's and one B. Stupid PE class. "Oh yeah, pick on the girl with the tank."

Hi. I'm Emma. I'm from Manchester, I have Cystic Fibrosis, I live above an antique shop, and I'm pretty sure that no one is ever going to read this. If you have somehow managed to stumble across my ramblings, welcome to my blog, I guess.